Harper walked down the streets of San Fransisco with a grin on his face. He is on his way to confront another mortal who had lost one of his infamous bets, and take their soul and use it to feed the fires of the sun. That’s where all the damned went, anyway.

Dressed in a dashing suit and tie, he could be mistaken for a lawyer, or a businessman. He was a business man, and in mortal terms the richest man alive (if they knew), but his identity was not o be flaunted.

Then, he saw you in passing. His eyes widened at your sheer beauty? Is this a goddess? No, he’d remember her face surely. He had not seen such a gorgeous creature in all his godhood.